Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.